RICHARD SORGE. MASTER SPY. Episode 7. Russian TV Series. StarMedia. Wartime Drama. English Subtitles

It’s from Paris.
They brought it straight to the plane. It’s beautiful. Thank you. Now, the good news. I was at Anna’s. She has finished her
third year with honors. She misses you and sends her greetings.
She looks gorgeous! And she will make a great doctor.
This is Kurt with his friends. A step away from becoming an officer. I promised him we’d come
to the graduation. Of course. They are going
on a training exercise soon. I asked to deploy them in the East. -Why?
-You’ll find out soon enough. By the end of 1940, the whole Europe’s
industry is working for Hitler. Germany is invincible. It has the world’s best tanks,
mortars, cannons, and planes. Its soldiers and officers
are battle-seasoned. The total number of the Wehrmacht
soldiers is over seven million. However, the Kremlin is certain:
Germany won’t dare to start a war against the Soviet Union before 1942,
after defeating Great Britain. Hitler’s initial plan was attacking
the USSR in the spring of 1941. The change of plans
came at the last possible moment. The Fuhrer put a temporary hold
on the offense in the East, sending his troops to the Balkans instead. Star Media presents Aleksandr Domogarov, Shion Nakamaru Osamy Yamamoto, Andrey Rudensky Viktoriya Isakova, Andrey Leonov Yuliya Aug, Sergey Ginzburg Ivan Shibanov, Tatyana Kosmacheva
Junsuke Kinoshita in Sergey Ginzburg’s RICHARD SORGE. MASTER SPY EPISODE 7 Yes, thank you, Branko.
Everything is fine. I don’t understand.
Hitler had signed non-aggression treaties with half of Europe, which didn’t
prevent him from starting the war. For Hitler,
any treaty is just a piece of paper. Don’t the Japanese realize it? Everybody does. Not just the Japanese. Everybody believes in what
they want to believe, though. Right. Here. Give this to the courier. Go to hell.
You pass it to him if you want. I’m not going there again. Edith, don’t start it. Leave me alone.
Are you doing it on purpose? Waiting for me to get arrested, so that you could screw around. -What are you saying, you fool? Shut up!
-You shut up! Stop it, you two! Did you forget why you’re here,
what we’re doing? But you promised me. Edith, you’ve done it many times before.
And every time it was a success. That’s right, many times.
Nobody knows what it cost me. Listen. Anna is here. Anna has just come. She doesn’t know the city
or speak the language. I have nobody else to do this errand. -Excuse me.
-Hello. Do you know
any place nearby I could eat at? It’s not an easy question. There is a great boulangerie
round the corner. -They always have good croissants.
-Thanks you very much. -Do you have it?
-Yes. Give it to me. Turn away. I need to straighten my stocking. -Bastard!
-Bitch! Come in. Where is Branko? Branko? At work. It’s an interesting piece of work.
Slanted eyes, tiny tits. Her name is Ioshiko. Nonsense. Believe me, I’d know. Sure. You’re an agent, aren’t you? So am I. I found this in his pants pocket. Have a drink with me, Richard. Well… What are you going to do? Divorce him. I don’t love him anymore. I’m leaving. I can’t stay here. I hate this country. I hate this job. I hate this goddamned Tokyo. I hate you! Hello? Hi. I’m an editor with the Hawas Agency. Branko gave me
this number for emergencies. Please tell him we’re expecting
him at the agency in 30 minutes. -All right, Mr…
-Mr. Insen. -Yes, Mr. Insen.
-Thank you. To hell with you all! -What is it?
-Mr. Insen has called. Are you crazy?
What’s going on with you and Edith? Richard, it’s over. She wants a divorce.
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. We’re very different people.
She wants to go stay with her sister. Richard, what am I to do? What are you to do? What are we to do? I’ll ask for Moscow’s permission
for your divorce. Richard, I’m sorry. “Considering the situation,
I request the Center to give permission to Gigolo to divorce his wife. Ramsay.” What are your people doing? Is it an intelligence group or a brothel? Restaurants, women, and now a divorce. They are leading a luxurious life
at the expense of the working people. It’s not about money. We’ve cut the Ramsay’s group’s financing
by more than a half. They support themselves
with Ramsay’s money and the income from Max Klausen’s shop. Maybe we should cut it again. A Soviet man can’t even
think about a divorce, especially if it harms our cause. I agree. But if we leave Gigolo’s wife in Tokyo… OK, fine. Let her go.
But not at our expense. All right. Let’s hope so. We need oil, you see?
In this situation… Excuse me.
I’m sorry, Kurt, I need to go. Richard! -Hi.
-Hi. Did you have too much to drink yesterday? -Congratulations.
-On what occasion? Come on?
Didn’t this polished type Ott tell you? Berlin has officially recognized you as
the Reich’s best reporter in the East. Aren’t you happy? I don’t know. I’m not very ambitious. Come on. Everybody wants to be better
than other people. I dream about a promotion, too. Maybe I’ll finally get transferred
from this hellhole, Japan. Let’s take a seat.
Waiter, two cups of tea. I’m sick of these slant-eyed Japanese. They’ve asked us for Siemens’s newest
radio detectors. I asked Kawai what they needed them for. He wouldn’t say anything
because he was embarrassed. Finally, he confessed a radio transmitter
had been working in Tokyo for years. Their counterintelligence can’t find it.
Kawai gets a bashing at every meeting. He’s meeting Ott today. Go with them.
I want to know what they’ll be discussing. They think it’s a big recon group.
If it’s true, I need to know! Come on.
It’s a classic case of Japanese spy fever. Thank you. They mistake all radio amateurs for foreign agents. It’s ridiculous. We had a similar case in Hamburg. We were looking for a transmitter that would go on air every night
with the same messages – three eights. When we arrested him,
he appeared to be schizophrenic. He was crying and drooling at Gestapo,
saying he was sorry. It appears in the radio hams
speak 888 means I love you. This idiot was telling
the whole world he loved it, while the Gestapo had been going bonkers
for three months. What did you do to him? Charged him with being in sympathy
with the Communists. What do you mean? He was transmitting I love you.
The Communists could think he meant them. Right. It’s ironclad logic. Did I get it right? You want to be transferred
to Kawai’s department? I thought you said
you couldn’t work with him. Yes. But now I want to finish
the radio transmitters case. OK. I’ll draft an order.
You’ll get your transfer. On behalf of the Japanese government,
I’d like to thank the German embassy and personally Mr. Ambassador
for supplying us with the new model radio detectors. It’s our common fight. The Americans feel at home in Tokyo.
We can’t get to them. We eliminate one,
and others come to replace him. Their radio never stops transmitting.
Now we’ll put an end to this. The Americans? Yes. Of course. The Russian agents were burned
when we arrested Liushkov. I hope you remember him. Yes, of course.
By the way, where is he now? He killed himself. How silly of him. Sir! What are you doing here? I was appointed the commander
of the police company. Present for duty. Don’t even think about it. Go!
You’re not going to work for me. Go, go. I’m sorry, Mr. Ambassador. I hope German experts will
help us to master this equipment. We have serious problems
with the personnel. -Sir.
-What? Didn’t you hear me? I made a mistake. I apologize.
You were absolutely right. What are you mumbling? I can’t hear you. I’m sorry, Colonel. I was wrong. -Do you admit you’re an idiot?
-Yes, sir. I do. -What do you admit?
-That I’m an idiot, sir. OK. Get to work. I’ll make you a real cop. You’re so strict, Colonel. No more than I should be.
Idiots need lessons. This idiot tried to tell me
Dr. Sorge was a Russian spy. Interesting. Why would he think that? You’ll never guess.
Because you went fishing. I suspended this idiot. If he could have his way,
the whole German embassy would be in jail. Now, gentlemen, let me take you to dinner.
We should celebrate this event. Max. Thanks. -Hi, capitalists.
-Hi. They start work at dawn
and finish late at night. All night long they have nightmares
about profits, losses, and deficit. -Hi, Anna.
-We need a surplus. Don’t try to hide it.
Your heart probably soars when you see the Max Klausen & Co. sign. By the way, our firm covers all
the group’s expenses and makes even more. Even though Moscow has cut
our financing by half. And this situation with Edith… Yes. It’s my fault, guys.
I shouldn’t have let them have this child. Come on. You aren’t God. I am responsible for every member
of the group. I feel sorry for Edith.
She has burned out. But if she stayed here
it would be dangerous for us. By the way, I can replace her. -Your ID, please.
-Your ID. Your passport, please. Your passport. What’s this in your bag? What is it? -And this?
-Yes. I want to take a look. I have chickens. Chickens, you know? -Chickens?
-Chickens. -I have chickens. Cluck-cluck!
-A hen? Yes. This… This is chicken food.
For cluck-cluck-cluck. A hen? Food for hen. -I see. Thank you. Arigato.
-Arigato. -You’re free to go.
-Arigato. I thought I’d die. I thought if it would go on
one second longer, I’d bolt. Especially when he started
rummaging in my furoshiki. How did you come up
with the chicken story? Cluck-cluck! Richard! Out of fear, I suppose. OK, guys, let’s get serious. Max, we need to contact Moscow. I have important information.
The first piece is from Herfer. I’m afraid that Hitler’s treaty
with the Soviet Union isn’t worth the paper it was written on.
The other one is from Ozaki. Herfer is persuading Kanoi to slew Japan
around from the South to the North. What does the prince say? Ozaki urges him not to trust Hitler. But how? It makes sense.
Hitler has deceived Japan more than once. Why was the blitzkrieg, which Kanoi had thought through so well,
lost? Because Hitler supplied weapons
to Chiang Kai-shek and sent his advisors there. What did Hitler do when Japan was
suffering defeats at Khalkhyn Gol? The reason is, he wants to lay hands
on their Pacific colonies. A person striving for global
supremacy can do anything. Ozaki thinks that Kanoi realizes
the only sensible option for him is starting simultaneous negotiations
with the Soviet Union. Richard, is the war inevitable? Anna, you see, if a madman makes a whole nation
see the world through crosshairs, I’m afraid it is. -Oh God. Poor Germans.
-Poor everyone. Buy Anschiger sausage! Eternal as time itself
and fresh as newspapers. Buy Anschiger sausage! Free mustard! Buy Anschiger sausage! -You owe me a dance.
-Of course. Sure. Buy Anschiger sausage!
Free mustard! Gentlemen! Buy Anschiger sausage!
Buy Anschiger sausage! Free mustard! Anschiger sausage, gentlemen. -Ma’am, sausage?
-No, thank you, Richard. Beautiful dress. Thanks. I’m trying to live up to my
position of the ambassador’s wife. Do you like the portrait? You know, ma’am, I’m more interested
in the way the painter sees the model’s inner world,
the way he sees our Fuhrer. Yes, it’s rather primitive,
but quite sincere. I think it’s garbage. Doctor is right. -Yes! Sincerity. Can I have one?
-Of course. Thank you. Here. Great. Thank you. You look wonderful. Thank you. I smell with sausage
down to my toenails, though. -What is Ott up to?
-Kissing up to the Berlin visitor. Don’t you think something
serious is afoot? I’ll go find out. -Don’t forget to tell me.
-OK. Mr. Ambassador,
are you trying to starve your guest? Help yourself.
Bavarian sausage with mustard. Please meet Dr. Sorge. Colonel Shieldknecht.
I could use some sausage. Dr. Richard Sorge at your service.
Happy to be of use. Of course I know who you are. People quote your articles
all over Berlin. Thank you. What’s up in the capital? The latest news is Hess’s flight
to the English. I heard of that.
Do you think it’s a treason? Impossible.
Fuhrer doesn’t doubt his loyalty. The poor guy probably lost his mind. He had been preparing for five months.
He sent a letter to Fuhrer saying he was going
to save the Nordic race. Poor Hess. This is what this mysticism
and astrology nonsense does to you. The Fuhrer is afraid
the allies might think Hess went there for separate
peace negotiations, which might ruin the Triple Alliance. -It’s a very bad timing.
-You mean a war against Great Britain? No, my friend.
German has goals that are more important. Hitler doesn’t like going
to war with Great Britain, but he can’t help it while this
clown Churchill is at the helm along with all this riffraff manipulated
by the Jews. Whatever the end of the war
against Britain might be, the United States, Russia, and Japan
will be the only ones to benefit from it. I understand this. In spite of its good feelings
toward Great Britain, America welcomes their losses.
They want to lay hands on their colonies. Yes. But America is far away.
Russia, on the other hand… This sly dog Stalin counts on the States
entering the war and bleeding us out in the next three years.
That’s when he’ll attack. The Fuhrer can’t let Stalin trick him. Mr. Shieldknecht has arrived to help us
prepare the German-Japanese treaty. A military treaty. You see?
So we really need you. So there will be a war against Russia. What about the treaty? Dr. Sorge. Eugen, I need the latest
reports and bulletins to… Everything is on my desk.
Come back soon. I’ll miss you. Thank you. Your sausage. Excuse me. Richard, my dear,
this can wait till tomorrow. Let’s have a stronger drink. Colonel, I’d be happy to escape
and get rid of the sausage vendor’s role. But if you need a profound account
of the current situation, I need time to prepare it.
Excuse me. Thanks. -Richard, shall we dance?
-Of course, Pati. But first
I have an important task for you. Here. You need to sell all this sausage
and hand over the money to Mrs. Ott. Yes. You know it’s for charity. Yes.
I think a pretty girl like you can do much better
than an old croak like me. Give it a try. Please buy… I know. Anschiger sausage. Eternal as time itself
and fresh as newspapers. -Buy Anschiger sausage! Free mustard!
-OK. Go for it. Anschiger sausage. Eternal as time itself
and fresh as newspapers. Buy Anschiger sausage! Free mustard! Anschiger sausage! Free mustard! -Do you have a signal?
-No. I see. Keep listening. Dr. Sorge, you can’t work so much.
I’ve sold all sausage. Mr. Ambassador told me
to get you out of here. It’s so boring there without you.
There’s no one to dance with. Everybody is swarming around
the Berlin visitor, as if there’s nothing more important
than the gossip he brought with him. Pati. What gossip do you mean, my dear? Can you believe it?
Germany has introduced rationing. I’m so glad we’re here. I want to dance… and forget all these horrors. Everybody is talking about a new war,
Richard. I’ll be with you in fifteen minutes. Just let me put these papers back. -Ten minutes.
-OK, ten. Don’t even think of dancing
with someone else. The last thing we need now is a duel. Richard. -Richard, you’re out of your mind.
-I don’t care. It’s the third one in a row. Think about your health. I need you. Come with me. What happened? Berlin has come to a decision
about invading the Soviet Union. They are working on an invasion plan
with codename Barbarossa as we speak. When? As soon as the hostilities
in Europe are over. I think, in the end of May 1941. We need to develop this film urgently.
I must go to Max, to write a report and warn Moscow. -You’re so pale. Is it your heart again?
-To hell with my heart. -How are you going to get there?
-On a bike. Richard, you’re drunk. You’re forgetting I’m a pro racer.
I’m leaving. Where am I? You’re OK, Dr. Sorge.
You are at St. Luke Hospital. Thank God you’re alive. Call Max Klausen.
Tell him to come here now. Yes, Dr. Sorge. Close your eyes.
You need to have some sleep. -You shouldn’t think about anything.
-Call Max Klausen. It’s urgent. -All right.
-It’s my reporter’s duty. Yes, Dr. Sorge.
Marta, call Mr. Klausen and the police. Let them come and file a report
with the list of the patient’s belongings. -Prepare him for dressing, quick.
-Klausen. Max Klausen. Max Klausen. Max Klausen. -Anna, where is my passport?
-What happened? A disaster. What disaster? Richard got into an accident. He probably has the documents with him.
It’s the end. Ok. Don’t panic. -What?
-Get a grip. Hide the transmitter. I’m leaving. -Let’s take off your coat.
-No. We need to examine you. I need Max Klausen. -Richard! What’s wrong with him?
-An accident. -I think he’s having a heart attack.
-Max! Could you leave us for one minute? One minute. How are you? In my left inside pocket. Inform the Center urgently.
Max, it’s a war. I… Doctor! -Step away! Step away!
-Calm down, Mr. Klausen. It’s a miracle he had been
conscious for so long. Get him into surgery, now! That’s it. You can take him now. I’m sorry. Excuse me. Where can I find Mr. Sorge? Excuse me, Miss, who are you to him? I’m… I’m a friend. Is he hurt really bad?
He’s alive, isn’t he? He feels better now.
But he had a heart attack. He needs rest. Wait! Please. He can’t stand hospitals.
He won’t be at rest here. Can I take him home? Do you realize he needs professional care? I can do it. I’ll take care of him. All right. Come with me. Here. Please come in. Richard! Richard! Come on, come on. Don’t cry. -What room Dr. Sorge is in?
-This way. I’ll take care of you. I can do injections. Richard. I’ll always be there for you. Here, have some water. Easy, easy. Why would you want to be
with an old croak like me? After a heart attack, no less. Why are you saying this?
I’d never leave you. Richard. Helma? How are you? Thank you. Much better. I just wanted to… OK, I don’t want to be in the way. -Helma!
-My husband is waiting for me. Helma! Easy, easy. Hush.

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